He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none!
He’d follow my footsteps in the snow.
He’d watch me off to work in the car go.
He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed.
He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed.
He’d come in out of the rain , warm up and have a kip then be out again!
He’d walk high the fence line to see what was ‘his’!
He’d roll around in the sun on the grass until he got himself into a tiz!
The morning deck, the afternoon deck, the greenhouse and the borders were all good for a kip.
He’d be back even after I’d taken him home.
He’s got his ‘stations’ all round the close!
He knows which way the wind does blow.
That crafty little feline friend of mine. The neighbour’s cat that lives in our garden.
you free me of my mind,
every moment we share together our hearts bind.
looking in your eyes is like watching the waves,
when the time comes we have to separate my soul craves.
waiting for your voice to soothe me,
this land was made for us to love free,
for us to never have to loose touch of one another,
a land to share our intimacy like no other.
we spend our nights together,
we play like children outside no matter the weather.
we roll around in our shared love,
exploring this land gifted by the lord above.
there is no one else here in our land,
we live the future we had planned.
i consume every second i have with you,
but if only we knew anything is possible tonight.
its just you and me in this memory of time,
others will say our freedom is a crime,
but we live under the clouds with no limits.
in this land its everything we wanted,
but my mind is still being haunted.
we are happy now,
but its not how it seems,
because i can only visit this land in my dreams.
Useless bodies
They roll around aimlessly
Ram into anything they can destroy
Their own pleasure.
Their own entertainment
It's all about them,
Let them live.
Today's highlight
on the dog's terms
The snow that has come,
is soft and fluffy
Explore,
sniff fresh adventures
Roll around,
admire the world upside down,
eat some snow,
smell a trail,
listen and bark
do decisions
All dogs have intrinsic value
and are allowed to be dogs
Although the snow turns yellow
when they are peeing
I've always wished to be insane,
to cash in my brain,
and plunge me into the sea
of unhinged lunacy.
I'd roll around the drain,
block out the sun.
and fall from clouds like rain,
before my day was done.
That's my kind of fun.
I'd forget earthly concerns,
eat a Diet of Worms,
play peek-a-boo with Moses.
I'd declare war on Cleopatra
in a War of Roses.
I'd outswim fishes, I sure would -
and be celebrated in Hollywood.
I'd collect one million stamps
and place them on the head of gramps -
If I only could;
but I'm sane and steady,
responsible and ready.
You see,
that's pretty much the story
of my brain's inventory.
Poor me.
A pondering thought I'm trying hard to conceal.
Thoughts roll around the rim of my mind's roulette wheel.
Do I gamble on love or risk losing it all?
Is it red? Is it black? I'm unsure what to call?
The stakes they feel high in this game that we play.
Thoughts rolled like a dice. Do I let it all slip away?
But the wheel it keeps spinning, thoughts chasing the light.
Caught between courage and fear, Am I wrong to be right?
What if the wheel spins wildly and it lands on my heart?
Could joy bloom from surrender or just tear us apart?
As I stand at this junction at a crossroads of choice,
I look for words to inspire from love's whispering voice.
If I wager on love and give all that, I own.
Will fortune favour the brave, or just leave me alone?
Should I live for a moment? I can't put into words?
As I ponder this question, with thoughts kept in reserve.
So, I ponder these thoughts as I take one more spin,
As love is a mystery that we seek from within.
If you stumble in life, make it part of your dance.
It's just a pondering thought. Let's give love a chance.
Once upon a time there was
a ticklish dragon
The knights would tickle his belly
And he would roll around in laughter
He would giggle and hoot
And on occasion perform an embarrassing toot
He was such a well loved dragon
and there will never be another like him
In my only matrass with a lovely blue blanket covered.
If I could just now sleep.
But tomorrow is math classtest.
I did understood I think.
I hope.
Even though it will result bad anyways,
I don't want to feel much nervous.
Because I need to pee,
when I am too nervous.
Two happy phat cats roll around in the meadow
Gathering pollen and dust, and asking “so?”
Their temperaments placid, their eyes all aglow.
Watch them skedaddle when machine comes to mow
They wag their tails in the happiest friskiest way.
We watch them until they are out of sight end of Tuesday.
Loving their confidence, their moves and sashay.
Two happy phat cats, loving themselves every day.
Calming clean crisp temperatures
Visually aesthetic browns,
Heart sweet October oranges,
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Shades grounds leaves roll around and dance
Teasing pleases my eyes delight
Rainbow red, orange soothing souls
Breath, breathes compassions yellow greens
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Feel like rejoicing outer side of the house
Most distinctive feel beyond windows light
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Rainbow red, orange soothing sounds
The colors for mind eyes, I spy delight
The smells of autumn fall just right
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
~
Pumpkin, apple cider, warm drinks
Senses felt mix spirit, soul, thinks...
Soft bright held ever so tight brown
11/3/2023
October's Story Poetry Contest
Kyrielle poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
In front of the China Palace restaurant
there was a stone frog,
it was not hatched in a cloud of spawn
like the rest of us,
it was decorative,
placed as it was,
upon a rock
above an ornamental pond.
Inside the China Palace
there was, at some time,
a similar stone frog,
it could have been a female frog,
hard to say for sure.
If given a million years
the two stone artifacts
may have rolled into each other
as many rocks do in time.
Sadly the two gender neutral frogs
will never now meet
for the restaurant closed for good
some time ago,
it is now a Burger King franchise.
The stone frogs have been banished,
one to a faraway garden center,
the other to the back of that same
fast food eatery.
At back of the former China Palace
there remains a small enclosure
where hard working Americans
in the catering and service industry
are known to smoke a hasty cigarette,
and talk into their cell phones -
mostly about sex.
That’s just how things roll around here.
I don't need any psychedelic trip...
I can just watch my cat roll around
--- on her new rug laced in catnip!!
When the Special Olympics roll around.
Otis hears the call and the whistle sound.
Whether the games are winter or summer.
We bring the fun so it’s never a bummer.
In Connecticut the events take the stage.
Relying on helpers not seeking a wage.
For the folks who come out to W Hartford.
They make possible all the points scored.
Thanks if you can help on August 20th.
Showing up gives the competitors faith.
As they come to bring it and show out.
Since they’re Olympians earning clout.
Register to support them if you can.
To clap for athletes as a cheering fan.
Every volunteer raises the energy.
Boosting up the athletes’ synergy.
These challengers are here for croquet.
Sweating outdoors on this festive day.
Join in and watch as their mallets swing.
As skill and smiles are what they bring.
It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING!
My children turn into giant puppies.
They run outside and catch flakes on their tongues.
They roll around making snow angels without coats.
Their cheeks are pink with cold in a few minutes.
Delighted, they run back in and shake flakes off sweaters
Struggling into snow pants and snow coats.
They put on mismatched gloves from last year.
We keep a bunch of mittens in there, but they like the gloves.
The big kid, my husband starts shrieking “It’s snowing!”
He plunges outside straight into a drift, with happy children pilling on.
They are frolicking and laughing; I start to make hot cocoa.
Remembering the times, I used to go out there and jump around too!
Come on Mommy! My middle child begs me.
I have to watch the baby, I say. The baby toddles to the window.
He puts his face on the cool glass. Delighted like the others.
A quenching sparkle of water
vodka smiles up
from the bottom of the glass.
Paint me as this garden chair
with nothing in it
but a drinking sky.
Mind has wandered off
to roll around
under the bushy hedgerow.
The groundhog will bring it back
at eventide as the light
slips into its nightgown.
For now
my shadow has slipped behind the sun.
You might ask
where are my friends,
where is my wife,
children and grandchildren?
They are all nearby
on the rim of this glass,
we swim in the icy water
lay content on slices of lime
as the sun grace notes
our reversible hearts.
The day lengthens,
my shadow returns
like a sorry dog
that has roamed too far.
Honeysuckle perfumes
our reunion.
That night
I dream of old Lin Po,
a silhouette
hovers over his round tummy;
like a nightingale it sings
for those who drink
by themselves until the moon
calls time.
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